I’m laying here naked
Enrobed in only my pain
Wishing that for a moment
I could feel a little sane
My life was stolen from me
When I was just a little child
Never any help or closure
So I live broken and wild
My whole life I have lived
Haunted by ghosts of the past
Hoping every time I close my eyes
That today would be my last
Yet the sun in the morning will rise
And again I will open my eyes
I will face another day of waking
And I smile so you can’t see me breaking
About the Creator
Heather Donald
I believe in love & kindness, that we should embrace joy, sing, dance & be silly! I am a survivor, damaged but not broken. I have a lot of love to give, free of judgment and given freely because I believe love can heal the world. 💕
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